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In the world of man any woman could be it and though it was you who was enchanted blame it on her; her wits, her charm, her garment. Make a bonfire, we're branching out   truth hidden by the sound of chants joined in a primal dance, inner circle only she’ll be the one burned alive.
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
modern trial
In the world of man any woman could be it and though it was you who was enchanted blame it on her; her wits, her charm, her garment. Make a bonfire, we're branching out   truth hidden by the sound of chants joined in a primal dance, inner circle only she’ll be the one burned alive.
A bit of controversy never hurt anybody. Witch trials seem to be a kept up tradition.
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
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